Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Shawshank, September 24, 2025 Yep, we’re awake. I could’ve slept for another couple of minutes. But the tiny orange ball of energy was pulling at the door, telling me it was time to get up. After consulting the clock, I agreed that it was time to get up. I had to pee, and my nose was running like a leaky faucet. But here we are. Coffee has been brewed. Pippin is looking out the back door, enjoying the sun. Podrick is lounging on the kitchen table. Podrick is getting better in the mornings. He’s usually only a bad kitty around 5-5:30 in the morning. He does his thing on my night table, and by the time I’m out of bed, he’s already out the door. All I have to do I simply close the door. Then about 7:30 he’ll start pulling at that door. Yesterday, I didn’t do a whole lot of anything. I only got dressed because, we went to the second hand store here in TinyTown. That’s it. We surfed the information superhighway all day, and mixed in watching some wrestling. Lemme tell you, NXT is pretty good. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life Men’s shirts, short skirts – oh oh oh really go wild December 3, 2020 Good morning my friends. It’s almost the end of the week. Today will be a long day. We’re open until 8. It’s a community “shop til you drop til 8”. Which I probably would have worked, if my tapped in the head coworker didn’t quit via text message yesterday 10… Read More
Life Because the drugs never work – they’re gonna give you a smirk January 6, 2021 Good morning, happy Wednesday. It’s the middle of the week. I just woke up, all I want to do is go back to sleep. I had a good solid sleep. I remember being more tossy turny last night than I’ve been the last few nights. It’s ok, it was a… Read More
Life You got me stuck on the thought of you March 13, 2024 Good morning afternoon everyone. Yep, I’m home from work. I’m tired. Not as tired as Crystal, mind you. But tired nonetheless. I think I got up around 2 or 3, to go to the bathroom. I navigate at night using my spidey sense, and not my eyes. After I was… Read More